Thirteen:

Yay for an update:D

My phone began obnoxiously ringing on my bedside table. I picked it up and looked at the caller-ID. Jon.

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, I just got outta practice. Do you want me to come over?”

“I do… but what about Pat?”

“Oh right…” he paused for a minute, “well do you want to come over here then?”

“Yeah sure. I’ll leave in a couple minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few.”

I then hung up, took a quick shower, and after briefly readying myself, I headed out of my house and into the driveway, where Patrick had just pulled in. “Hey,” he greeted me, “where are you going?”

“Uh, I’m going to meet some friends for lunch…” I lied.

“Oh okay.” He replied.

I then hopped in my car. After a quick fifteen-minute ride, I pulled into Jon’s driveway. I got out of my car and headed up to his door and invited myself in. “Hey, I’m here.” I called from the doorway. He then stepped into the foyer where I was taking my shoes off. Shirtless, I might add.

“Hey,” he greeted me before coming over and placing a kiss on my lips. “Hey sexy. No shirt, eh? I’m liking it.”

“Yeah, new look I thought I’d try it out… I’m glad you approve,” he joked. He then grabbed me by the hand and led me into his living room. After sitting on his couch for a few minutes silently, I decided to speak up.

“So… what’s going on between us?”

He let out a slight sigh, before placing his hand on my thigh. “Honestly Cole, I don’t really know. All I know is that I want to be with you.”

“And I want to be with you.” I replied simply.

“Then it’s as easy as that…”

“Not exactly,” I replied.

“Why?” he asked me.

“My brother…”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him...”

“Yeah, well won’t it be weird when you’re not going out and getting laid every other night with him?”

“Who said I can’t still do that?” he joked.

I punched him in the arm. “Excuse me?”

“Kidding babe, kidding.”

I let out a slight laugh, “so, what are you going to do about that?”

“Well…” he sat there for a minute; “I guess I’ll just cross that bridge when it comes…”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks,” he replied.

After sitting around for a few hours and watching TV, we decided to go get some lunch. Once we walked into the restaurant, I noticed it was packed and everyone was eyeing Jon and I. I noticed as groups of people… mainly girls, would shoot a look in our direction and began whispering to their friends, and glare at me with looks of jealousy. Ugh, the joys of going out in public with a hockey player. The hostess led us to a secluded table in the far back of the restaurant. And right as we sat down, a group of fifteen-year-old girls came over to us. “Oh my God, can we get your autograph?!” they asked excitedly.

“Uh… sure.” He replied kindly.

“Who’s she?” one of the group asked, pointing to me.

“My girlfriend. Why?”

“Oh… just wondering…” she replied, while staring at me with a look of envy.

After the irritating group disappeared, we placed our orders. A few moments later, the front door opened. I glanced toward the doorway and immediately recognized who stepped through the door. Patrick Sharp, Adam Burish, …and my brother. Just my luck that they would show up at the time that I would be out to lunch with Jon, right?

“You’re not going to believe this…” I began.

“What?” he asked.

“My brother, Adam, and Patrick just walked in the door…”

“What?!” he asked quizzically while whipping his head around to catch a glimpse of them talking with the hostess.

“Yeah…”

“Oh my Gawd girls… Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane and Sharp in one day! This is too good to be true!” One of the annoying fifteen year olds exclaimed as she noticed who had stepped through the doorway.

Sharpie overheard what the girls were saying “Jonathan Toews? Uh, you mean Adam Burish?” he asked while pointing to Adam.

“No, Jonny is sitting over there,” another one of the girls said, and pointed over to where we were sitting.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Busted.” I whispered.

“Uh, lets make up a story here… uh, we met to, uhm, talk about…” Jon rambled on anxiously as Patrick, Patrick and Adam approached us. “Shut up,” I whispered, “they’re here.” I looked up at Patrick who was glaring at me.

“Oh hey guys…” I greeted them weakly.

“Cole, come here for a second.” Patrick demanded.

I stood up from booth and walked over to where he was standing. He grabbed me by the wrist and began leading me to the opposite side of the restaurant. “What are you doing here with him?” he spat.

“He called me and asked me to meet him up here because he needed to talk to me, but thanks to you guys showing up, I don’t know what he wanted to talk to me about.”

“Cole, seriously, if he’s trying to get back with you… I’m going to kick his ass.”

“I doubt it Patrick, come on.”

“Whatever, I don’t want to be here anymore anyway, I lost my appetite.”

“Wow, don’t get all pissy about it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Patrick, Adam, let’s go. I don’t wanna eat here anymore.” He called over to them.

They both had confused looks on their faces as they stood up from the booth and made their way over to my brother, and out the front door.

I then made my way back over to Jon and told him the conversation that I had just had with my brother.

“Fuck, I’m going to get an earful the next time I see him…” he said.

“Oh well… lets not worry about him right now.” I replied.

Jon’s phone vibrated on the table signaling that he had a text message. He opened his phone and read it. He then looked up at me with a look of concern.

“What?” I asked.

He held out his phone for me to grab. I took it out of his hand and read the message.

If I catch you with my sister again, I will send her back to Buffalo… for good.

Twelve:

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I replied as I took a seat on a lounging chair across from them.

“Oh don’t even give me that,” Jon said as he folded his arms across his chest.

I didn’t even know what to say… all I knew was that I did not want my brother finding out. “I didn’t do anything with Patrick last night, Jon.” I said, faking honesty.

“Really now? How about you, uhh pull your hair back and show us your neck then?”

Fuck. He got me. “…My neck?”

“Yeah,” he replied smugly.

“You’re crazy,” I said, postponing what I was asked to do for as long as I could.

“Hmm, how about you prove it then…”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

He then began chuckling to himself.

“What are you laughing at?” I spat at him.

“I just think that its funny that you are trying to deny something that is so obvious. Cole, just give it up.”

“What? I didn’t do anything,” I said, shooting him a glare.

“Okay, until you guys solve your little argument… I’m not going to listen to what either of you have to say.” My brother interrupted with an eye roll. “I’m going home. I’ll see you guys later.” He then stood up and walked out the front door.

“Jon… I really don’t get you… one day you’re like begging to have me, and the next your trying to cause all of this drama. How about you make up your mind?” I proposed, aggravation apparent in my tone.

“Oh, whatever Cole, you’re just as bad as I am.” He replied.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “How so?”

“You’re a fucking tease and you know it.”

“I’m a tease…? Honestly Jon...”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Wow, I’m so done with this conversation.” I stood up and began making my way to the font door when he grabbed me by the hand. “I highly suggest you don’t do that.” He said huskily.
I really looked at him for the first time in a few weeks; his brown hair was spiked just the way I liked it … and the look on his face was completely undeniable. His gorgeousness was like a trap, I swear to God. “Why is that?”

“Because we still have some unfinished business…”

I rolled my eyes, “yeaah okaay.” I then released myself from his grasp. I walked over to the door and slid my feet into my shoes. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. “I know that you don’t want to leave,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I really didn’t want to give in to him, but I couldn’t help myself. I turned around, “oh, do you now?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“And what if you are wrong?”

“I’m not though,” he said confidently.

We were then interrupted by Sharpie making his way down the stairs, “oh hey guys,” he looked from me, to Jon, and back at me again. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no,” I replied innocently.

“Alright, well I think I’m going to head home. I’ll see you later?” he asked, while coming over and wrapping me in a hug.

“Yeah, sure.” I replied while placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Bye Jon,” he said before stepping out of the door and closing it behind him.

I focused my attention back to Jon, who was glaring at me with a look of jealousy. “What?” I asked simply.

He grabbed me by the hand once again and led me to his bedroom. Once in, he shut the door behind us, locked it, walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips. “You don’t know how sick I am of your little games…” he began. He then picked me up, placed me on his bed, positioning himself on top of me.

“I think they’re kind of fun…” I joked while strategically flipping him on his back, so now I was straddling him.

“Oh,” he said. “I’m sure you do,” he then began rubbing my upper thighs.

I wanted him badly, and he knew it, I could tell by the look on his face. He knew that he had me won over. The temptation was killing me, but I knew that if I made the first move, he would have won. My phone began ringing in my back pocket, which brought me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out and looked at the caller-ID.

Adam Burish.

“Who is it?” he asked, his voice filled with frustration.

“Adam,” I replied.

“Dude, he’s like downstairs or something. Just call him back later,” he pleaded.

“What if its important?” I teased.

“He can leave a message, can’t he?”

“Hmm, I don’t know… maybe I should just answer it…”

He then grabbed the phone out of my hand and answered it. “Dude, she’s gonna have to call you back,” he said, and immediately hung up, placing it on his bedside table.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“Like I said… we have some unfinished business,” he said as he slid his hands up my thighs, reaching for the button and the zipper. I didn’t stop him as he completely undressed me. Hell, I even helped him undress himself. I can regret this later, I kept telling myself, and then I felt him enter me and I completely lost my train of thought.

I rolled off of him and lay there for a few minutes. The only sound in the room was of our heavy breathing.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, shooting out of bed, “I have to be to practice in fifteen minutes.” He then pulled me out of his bed. “What do you want me to do about it?” I asked him.

“Well I’m getting in the shower, and having you in there would make things a little more enjoyable…” he said, while placing a kiss on my lips and dragging me into the bathroom with him.

After our shower, we redressed ourselves and I grabbed my phone and the rest of my belongings from around the house. I then headed out to the front door and noticed he was standing there waiting for me. “I’ll call you later okay?” he said while placing a kiss on my lips.

“Alright.” I paused for a minute, “you know... we really need to talk about things…” I trailed off.

“Yeah I know, and we will.” He grabbed me by the hand and we walked out of his apartment together. After another kiss, we parted ways. He got in his car, and I got in mine and headed home.

Eleven:

Many un-replied texts, ignored phone calls, and days of avoidance later, I found myself on the way to a party, dressed to impress, with Patrick Sharp, …which consequently happened to be at Jon’s apartment.

Not too long after, I confidently stepped through the door with Sharpie on my arm. We immediately made a beeline to the kitchen to grab some drinks and we soon found ourselves on the living room floor. His arms fastened around my waist, and my hands laced around his neck, grinding to the music that was blaring. Showing up to a party with Sharp wasn’t my idea to make Jon envious… or at least that’s what I kept telling myself, although throughout the night I kept shooting glances around the room to see if Jon was in view.

Once our cups were empty, we made our way through the packs of sweaty bodies and into the kitchen for a refill. My brother had just showed up. After his quick greeting, he immediately filled his cup and headed to the ‘dance floor’ to claim his piece of ass for the night.

Throughout the night, the drinks kept flowing and our chemistry… or the urge for sex increased. So, Patrick and I found our way into the vacant bathroom, his pants around his ankles and my skirt up around my waist. Yeah, so maybe having sex in the bathroom at a party isn’t the best idea, considering the amount of drunken people with full bladders who constantly bang on the door, demanding entrance.

After our quickie was over, I pulled down my skirt and covered my growing hickeys with my hair, as he pulled up his pants, and we quickly exited the bathroom and made our way into the kitchen once more.

Right when we stepped through the doorway, I noticed a couple, stationed in the corner about two feet away from us making out. I blew it off and began to fill my glass until I heard a voice that sounded awfully familiar. I casually glanced over in their general direction and noticed that Jon was with some puck-bunny. Anger surged through my body. So this is how he wants to play, eh? I grabbed Patrick by the hand and pulled my hair behind my ears, revealing the many vibrant hickeys along my neck and collarbone. “Mm Patty, I think I’m ready for round two,” I said seductively while leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. I then took a quick glance into Jon’s direction to see that he was standing there with a look of sheer jealousy plastered on his face. I could tell that his little plan to make me jealous backfired on him big-time. “Jon what’s wrong?” the slut asked him while desperately attempting to kiss him.

He then pushed her off of him. “Uhm… nothing,” he replied in a completely dubious tone, “I just want some privacy.” He said while glaring at me.

The girl caught on and focused her attention to my direction, “uhm, is there something going on here?” She asked rudely.

“No,” I replied simply. “You can have him, we just kind of have a history together... that’s all. But there’s nothing to worry about sweetie, it’s all in the past.” And with that, I grabbed my full cup of alcohol off of the counter and led Patrick back into the living room once more, without even looking back.

**

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room. The sunlight trickling in through the windows triggered my hangover that I was hoping to avoid. Rubbing my temples, I looked to the opposite side of the bed to see a very naked Sharpie, which caused me to look down at myself… naked. So we did go for round two… I then quickly re-dressed myself and headed out into the living room of a house that I was soon to find out was Jon’s. I stepped through the doorway and noticed my brother and Jon were positioned on the couch whispering to one another. They then broke out into a fit of laughter. I loudly cleared my throat, not caring if I woke up Brent Seabrook and Adam Burish who were passed out of the floor together.

“Oh hey Cole,” Jon began in a smug tone. “I was just about to tell your brother what you were doing with Sharpie last night… would you care to sit down and join us?”